Odd Squad One Shots

Otoño (Owen x Ms. O)

(Owen x Ms. O)

"Once I met a dog who could say my name," shared Owen, proving that was one of the strangest things he had ever witnessed. He was currently arguing with the X's about why they shouldn't fire Baby Orson.

It was strange how later his boss, Ms. O, shared a similar story.

"I know that dog," Owen smiled some, but there were more important matters at hand.

Once all of the drama was over, Owen and Ms. O's eyes widened when the black dog with long hair was suddenly in the squad, agreeing with something said in the group.

"That's the dog," exclaimed Owen, pointing at it, but then the canine began running away. "I have to go after him! It's my job to secure the perimeter!" He almost fell as he heard a voice yell something behind him, but he was soon following the dog in the tube beside his.

Twilight was already fading into an early darkness, since thick clouds covered the sky. Owen kept running though, ignoring the fact the Night Shift would be on duty soon anyway, or that his feet ached from his tight sneakers. He needed to get a larger size in his footwear, since his feet grew recently. The boy with blondish hair didn't even realize where he had run straight into, an eerie fog covering the grounds. When he bumped into a big stone though, he fell onto his back, managing to prop himself up. He had come face to face with a tombstone, a name carved on it he didn't recognize. He wasted no time in jumping up, attempting to brush off his suit before the fear settled in, but it was too late. He heard distant howling, and it felt like something out of a Halloween nightmare, despite it being the dead of winter.

"Help! Anybody," he called, gasping when he backed up against a tree. He nearly screamed when he saw the spindly branches, similar to bony hands reaching out.

"Owen!" Another voice was calling for him, and he had never been more grateful to hear his boss's thundering tone.

"Ms. O! I'm over here!" He rapidly looked around, trying to catch even a glimpse of the small girl, but all his vision was met with was swirly smoke.

"Where are you?!" She still couldn't locate her agent, but just then she felt the bark of a tree. When she inched her hand forward, she accidentally touched Owen's hand, and both yelled in terror out into the night. "Owen?! It's me! Ms. O!"

"Ms. O! Thank goodness, you're here," he expressed, almost hugging her in relief. Just then they heard a twig snap though. "What was that?" He cautiously eyed the unknown before them. When there was another noise, he listened to his impulse of racing anywhere far from there. "Let's get out of here!"

"Owen! Wait! I'm sure there's a logical explanation..." But when Ms. O detected footsteps close by, she instantly changed her mind. "Right behind you!"

As she ran she stretched her arm forward to find his, but so far all she had seen was a cloudy scene up ahead. "Owen! Where are you?!" Distress was strangling her voice, which was a rarity for the fearless leader. She cried out in pain when her foot caught on something in mid-air, also scraping her ankle in the process. She tumbled to the ground, her neat bun in her hair now frizzy and filled with small twigs. Tears were pricking at her eyes, and she felt that maybe this was the end. After all, why was this graveyard so extra spooky that evening?

Just then a softer voice said, "Ms. O, we're almost there! I found the clearing up ahead! Are you alright?" Owen had just noticed she was lying face down on the dead grass. Unknowingly she had run past him a few feet ago.

"Ms. O! Are you hurt?" He carefully wrapped her arm around his shoulders, tears still leaking out of her brown orbs.

"Just get me out of here," she breathed, him nodding in agreement.